To hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour, see the world in a grain of sand, and see heaven in a wild flower.
— William Blake
“Survival is garbage. A syphilitic German has already pointed this out, but it can’t be repeated enough. To survive is to barely make it. To crawl from the wreckage of ruin and death with a mean limp, crippled for all of your days. Survival is better than destruction, but not by much. If anything is to truly count in a meaningless world, we have to step past survival and thrive. We have to prosper. If I am to exist on the edge of certain doom, let it be because I am surfing its wave, not because I am washed up on its raggedy shore.”